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Topic: Bullies (08/09/04)

TITLE: Bullies: Granmother's Advice
By Brenda Blakely
08/10/04

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The walk to my best friend’s house was severely hampered by the Grisdale boys' attitude toward my being on the street in front of their house. My task was follow my grandmother’s instructions to “ go straight to Sara’s house’ in spite of my fear of being stalked and taunted by the quintet of raucous bullies living in the big old house on the corner. The trip was always punctuated with Momie Nell’s (my grandmother) instruction to be home exactly at 5 o’clock, no excuses excepted.

Sometimes my little eight (8) year old mind could be quite creative in managing to conquer the foe, other times my mind was simply on other things and I would venture into the forbidden territory without realizing it. I left my corner and checked out each of the neighbors as I went the first straightaway, rounding the “Cotton Corner” I had blue skies ahead and sidewalk squares to count. One, two, three: the limit for one square and on to the next. The houses went by one by one, the Boyd’s, the new folks, hadn’t met them yet, wonder if they had any kids? The Scott’s, this was Randolph Scott’s sister, wonder if he was there or doing a movie?

In childlike innocent play, I headed on down the street checking out whatever caught my attention while I counted. This particular day the “boys” were prowling the front porch just waiting for an offender to cross the crack in the sidewalk, which coincided with their property line, but I hadn’t noticed yet.

I counted one, two three, next square, which I discovered contained the large imposing presence of the five (5) large Grisdale Boys. I stepped, they stepped. Simultaneously, I was jerked back to reality and my heartbeat thumped the ground. Somehow I managed to keep counting and putting one foot in front of the other, I can’t be certain but am reasonable sure the pace increased. Halleluiah, I made it all the way to the corner and across the street as my ears heard music, “you boys come back here on the porch now and leave that young lady alone”.

Sara and I played and the time came for me to make it back home. I left her house with confidence that I would be wiser and smarter on the way back home. But Buddy G. knew the time of my departure and had decided that he would make the way torturous no matter which route I took.

Momie Nell’s agenda took first precedence as I arrived home a few minutes late but then I laid a few choice words on her about the Grisdale boys and particularly about Buddy. I choose not to remember those words but choose rather to remember the words of Momie Nell. “You will go back down and apologize for what you just said about those boys and particularly about Buddy and you will tell me when you have done it and what happens.’

I could not believe her. I had to go and apologize to the bullies when they started it, but she had said it and I knew it must be done. So I carefully planned the day and the hour to execute this pivotal point in my life.

Once the apology was done and the report was made to Momie Nell my problems became considerably less. I found that I had gained free passage on the sidewalk in front of the Grisdale house and later in life realized that my Grandmother’s advice in handling these bullies had set my course for handling life’s seemingly insurmountable problems and facing the challenges of life.


Member Comments
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Dian Moore08/16/04
What did you say to the bullies?
darlene hight08/16/04
Why is it that Grandma is always right? Great entry Brenda!
L.M. Lee08/19/04
glad your story had a positive ending
gillian liversedge08/20/04
What a brave girl, to go back and face those bullies. I guess the wrath of Grandma might have been worse, huh? Well done, and thanks for sharing the story.
Sheila Boyd08/20/04
Good concept, leave us wanting more. What did you say to those bullies?